We must hasten." We fairly ran to the Quaker's house, where we found Hamilton, who, forgetting his sacred calling, lapsed into the unholy manner of former days and used language which caused Betty to cover her ears with her hands.

We did not, however, allow his profanity to delay us, but hastened to the Cross, expecting to take a coach for the Old Swan.

But none was to be found, so we went to the river, where we were compelled to take an open boat with a steersman and one oarsman.

We made poor headway, having to beat against the wind and the tide, so George and I each took an oar.
After a time the man at the steering oar said that he would row if George or I would steer the boat, but neither of us knew the river and therefore could not take his place.
Betty said that she knew the river, having kept a small boat since she was strong enough to lift an oar, so she took the steering oar, and with four sweeps out we sped along at a fine rate.

I shall never forget that water ride.